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Chapter 598 0595 [Ugly appearance]

With questions and answers, Zhao Kai, Zhao Zhen and others talked back and forth, and Li Ruoshui already understood the whole story.

From a legal perspective, this is not a big deal.

Putting aside the bullshit, to put it bluntly, one party borrowed money and didn't pay it back, and the other party started beating people.

After clarifying the right and wrong of the case, the subsequent judgment becomes simple.

Li Ruoshui said in a deep voice: "Zhao Kai, as the elder brother, you are like a father. It would be fine if you didn't take care of your brothers, but you lied that your father was seriously ill and cheated your brothers of their money. According to the Great Qi Law, if the amount of money cheated exceeds 100,000 yuan, the sentence is one year in prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Kai's face turned pale.

One year in prison!
He is a delicate person, what good can he get if he goes to jail?
In a year, he will be tortured beyond recognition.

When Zhao Zhen, Zhao Mo and others heard the verdict, they looked very pleased.

Li Ruoshui changed the subject and said, "Well, considering that this is your first offense and the people you deceived are all relatives, you can be exempted from the prison sentence and be punished with twenty strokes of the cane instead. Do you have any objection?"

What the palace means is to enforce the law impartially.

If you understand it literally, then it's just a fool.

Li Ruoshui has been an official for decades, and his ability to guess his superiors' intentions is far beyond the reach of a rookie entering officialdom.

If he was really expected to enforce the law impartially, why would the palace send someone to tell him so?

Excluding this point, the palace’s intention is already very clear.

How can a prison sentence be as shameful as being caned in public?

"I……"

Zhao Kai's lips moved, his face struggling.

Naturally, he was unwilling to be sentenced to a year in prison, but he also did not want to suffer the physical pain of being beaten with a stick.

After twenty beatings with the stick, his skin would be torn and he would have to stay in bed for at least a month.

Zhao Ji, who was sitting in the corner, was about to plead for mercy when Li Ruoshui glanced at him indifferently.

Seeing the warning in the other party's eyes, Zhao Ji immediately swallowed his words of plea.

Anyway, it’s not me who will be beaten, so I’d rather let my friend die than let myself die.

Seeing Zhao Kai was hesitant, Li Ruoshui said, "It seems that you don't want to be caned, so I will sentence you to one year in prison."

Caning was more common and more formalized in the Song Dynasty. Unlike the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there was no fixed execution tool. Some used horse whips, while others used bamboo sticks. The locations of the beatings were also different, including the back, buttocks or thighs. If you were not careful, it could result in death.

During the Song Dynasty, caning became standardized, the instruments of punishment were unified, and the position of punishment was fixed on the buttocks.

In this way, there will be basically no loss of life and it will also have the effect of punishment.

"I wish, I wish!"

Zhao Kai became anxious and responded quickly.

Being beaten with a stick is much better than spending a year in prison.

"hey-hey."

Zhao Zhen looked at Zhao Kai with a gloating look, feeling extremely relieved.

However, the next moment, Li Ruoshui cast his eyes on him again and said sternly, "Zhao Kai cheated money, which was wrong first, but you beat your brother, which is also a big mistake. According to the Great Qi Law, beating and injuring others is punishable by 15 lashes and six months in prison. Considering that Zhao Kai is not seriously injured and there are reasons for the incident, I will exempt him from the six months in prison and only punish him with lashes. Do you have any objection?"

"By..."

Zhao Zhen immediately refused to do so and was about to retort with his neck stiff, but was stopped by Zhao Mo who was standing beside him.

"Hurry up and agree to it, don't make a fuss."

Zhao Mo covered his mouth with his hand and reminded him in a low voice.

"I have no objection."

Zhao Zhen was not a fool. He knew that it would be of no benefit to him if he continued to make trouble, so he agreed reluctantly.

Li Ruoshui set his eyes on Zhao Mo again and said loudly, "As an accessory to assault, you are sentenced to ten lashes. Do you have any objection?"

"No no."

Zhao Mo quickly shook his head.

Li Ruoshui said, "Since the three of you have no objection, please sign the penalty letter."

After that, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue handed over the written judgment, and Zhao Kai and the other two signed and sealed it one by one.

Li Ruoshui took the sentence and checked it. After confirming that there was no problem, he waved his hand and said, "Drag him out of the hall and execute him in public!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jailer on duty in the lobby immediately pulled the three people out.

In front of countless people, they had their pants pulled down and were pressed on a special bench to be executed.

"what!!!"

After one whip, Zhao Zhen immediately let out a shrill howl.

Whipping is very painful. The special rattan whips with full force, which can make even a tough guy howl.

However, the pain from flogging is only when it is applied, and it is a superficial injury that will not injure bones or tendons, and will heal in a few days.

But caning is different. The water and fire sticks hit the buttocks hard, tearing the skin and flesh, and the force penetrates into the bones and flesh. The person will suffer for at least half a month.

Soon, two more screams were heard.

The three Zhao Kai brothers lay on the bench, screaming one after another, tears streaming down their faces, looking extremely ugly.

After a moment, the execution was over.

At this time, the difference between flogging and caning becomes apparent.

The Zhao brothers immediately jumped down from the bench and quickly pulled up their pants, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Kai on the side was completely different. He looked exhausted, lying on the bench motionless, his face pale, and his hair at the temples wet with sweat, sticking to his cheeks in a messy manner.

Li Ruoshui walked up to Zhao Kai and said condescendingly, "Zhao Kai, I order you to return all the money you cheated as soon as possible. Otherwise, if someone sues you again, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?"

"I see."

Zhao Kai forced himself to stay awake and uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Please step back."

Li Ruoshui flicked his sleeves and turned back to the lobby.

Seeing Zhao Shu and the others standing there in a daze, Zhao Ji angrily shouted, "What are you rebellious sons still doing standing there? Come and help your third brother get back."

"oh oh."

Zhao Ji still had prestige as a father. Zhao Shu and others nodded hurriedly and stepped forward to help Zhao Kai up from the bench.

"You have completely disgraced me. Go back!"

Zhao Ji frowned and snorted coldly, then took the lead and walked out of the government office.

Looking at his back, Zhao Zhen muttered softly: "It's not our fault, why are you angry with me?"

"Say less."

Zhao Mo advised.

Zhao Zhen muttered to himself, covered his butt, and limped out of the government office.

After Zhao Ji and others left, the onlookers saw that there was nothing exciting to watch and dispersed.

Soon, as the people dispersed, the news about the Zhao family spread throughout the city like wings. …

……

December twelfth.

The final of the Cuju competition was held as scheduled.

The process of this Cuju competition was extremely exciting. First, dark horses such as Changkong Society and Jiji Society advanced to the quarterfinals, and then Qiyun Society was unexpectedly eliminated, which attracted a lot of attention.

Citizens from other states who were unable to attend the game also learned about the highlights of the Cuju competition through official reports.

The finalists were Changkong Society and Taishan Society.

Compared to Changkong Club, Taishan Club had really good luck in the draw. They drew a weak team in the quarterfinals and defeated it without much effort. Then they took advantage of their rest and defeated Qingcheng Club, which had won the quarterfinals with great difficulty, and successfully advanced to the finals.

The day before the final, the vast majority of people were more optimistic about Changkong Society, and nearly 80% of the people in Mengcai shops bet on Changkong Society to win.

It is really too exciting to break out of such adversity and defeat the strong with the weak.

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The ticket prices for the finals were driven up to the sky by scalpers, reaching as high as hundreds of strings of cash.

But even so, it couldn't stop the fans' enthusiasm and they were sold out in an instant.

Early in the morning, merchants and relatives of officials who had bought tickets gathered outside the venue, whispering to each other with excitement on their faces.

At this moment, a dragon chariot pulled by six pure white horses appeared on the street.

Your Majesty is here too?
Seeing this scene, everyone's expression was shocked, and they all bowed and saluted, shouting: "Greetings, Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."

"No gift."

Han Zhen stepped out of the dragon chariot and waved with a smile on his face.

Today is the final, so naturally he has to come to the stage.

There is no better way to promote the game than for him to watch it in person.

A group of concubines also came with him today.

Zhao Fujin wanted to join in the fun, but the fetus was unstable in the first three months, and the imperial physician advised her to travel less and take good care of the fetus.

After entering the venue and walking all the way to the private room on the fifth floor, I saw Ma Shuyao sticking her head out and looking around the private rooms.

Han Zhen asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ma Shuyao replied, "I am watching my mother and Aunt Li."

Han Zhen chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I have already asked Liu Chang to go and invite him."

"Thank you, husband."

Ma Shuyao smiled sweetly.

As they were talking, Liu Chang came with Lin Wanqing and Li Qingzhao.

"I have met His Majesty."

The two of them bowed gracefully and humbly.

Han Zhen extended his hand and said, "No need to be polite, sit down."

As soon as Lin Wanqing sat down, Ma Shuyao came forward and said in surprise, "Mother, your makeup looks really good today."

Hearing this, Lin Wanqing's heart trembled, and she pretended to be calm and said, "Really? Mother just drew it casually."

Ma Shuyao said affectionately: "Mother, please teach me later."

"Silly girl, you are in your prime and you are already very beautiful without any makeup, unlike my mother who is old and ugly."

Lin Wanqing said this and sighed quietly in her heart.

After the New Year, I will be thirty-six years old. Women are like flowers, beautiful when blooming, but withering quickly.

After the age of 30, the aging process begins to accelerate.

She has taken very good care of herself, but the fine lines around her eyes still appear, reminding her all the time that time is unforgiving.

Thinking of this, Lin Wanqing couldn't help but secretly glance at Han Zhen.

My son-in-law is still young, in the prime of his life, and full of vigor and vitality. He has a long way to go in the future. Moreover, as an emperor, how can he be without beauties around him? I am afraid that in two years, he will completely forget about me.

No woman is always eighteen years old, but there is always a woman who is eighteen years old.

Sensing someone's gaze on him, Han Zhen turned around to look.

Lin Wanqing immediately looked away like a frightened deer.

Seeing this, Han Zhen found it interesting. His mother-in-law was already in her thirties, but her personality was as innocent and carefree as that of a young girl.

Setting his eyes on Li Qingzhao, Han Zhen asked with a smile, "Madam Li, do you have any poems to commemorate today's grand occasion?"

Li Qingzhao shook her head: "I want to write a poem, but my temperament is too gentle to express the passion and enthusiasm of the Cuju final."

Han Zhen did not force it. If he had forced it, it would have been bad.

Li Qingzhao was a woman after all. If one counts her poems carefully, most of them are the whispers of a young girl in the boudoir, delicate and graceful. Such lofty sentiments and ambitions are indeed somewhat inconsistent with her style.

The poem "Summer Quatrain" does have some sadness and indignation, but Li Qingzhao at that time had not experienced foreign invasion or broken mountains and rivers. Instead, she was leisurely and comfortable, and naturally she did not have the mood of seeing her country destroyed and her family ruined.

"Wow!"

At this moment, deafening cheers broke out in the venue.

Han Zhen looked carefully and found that the two teams for the final had entered the stadium.

Gu Song, holding a large copper loudspeaker, walked to the center of the court and began to read his opening remarks at the top of his voice.

This scene seemed a little funny to Han Zhen, but in the eyes of people today, it seems very trendy, especially the big yellow loudspeaker, which is really cool.

The passionate speech successfully stirred up the atmosphere in the stadium, and 6,800 spectators shouted loudly and cheered for their favorite team.

Shhh!
With the loud whistle, the final officially began.

Needless to say, although the Changkong Society does not have star players like Su Shu and Meng Xuan, the club has extremely tacit understanding, and the tactical arrangements are very methodical, and they can advance and retreat freely between offense and defense.

The Taishan Society is also not weak. It cannot rely solely on luck to get to this point. Its own strength is also very strong.

As soon as the game started, both sides showed high-intensity confrontation.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

Han Zhen didn't know much about Cuju, so he couldn't tell whether the players' skills were good or bad, but he found the hidden tactics between the offense and defense of both sides very interesting.

It was like two armies facing off, fighting fiercely.

There are many differences between Cuju and later football. Due to the small field and densely-spaced positions, the confrontation is more intense and it tests teamwork more.

As soon as they fought, Han Zhen saw that Changkong Society was clearly better in terms of coordination.

Advance and retreat with moderation, as easy as using one's arm. Even the veterans in the army are no better than this.

Although the Taishan Club on the other side was slightly inferior in coordination, two of their players had excellent football skills and managed to draw with their outstanding personal abilities.

There was constant cheering in the venue.

Whenever one team performs a brilliant cooperation or displays superb skills, the enthusiastic cheers seem to overturn the whole stadium.

Even little girls like Ma Shuyao and Jiang Suyi were fascinated by the show, their faces flushed with excitement.

(End of this chapter)